Day forty-eight : stopping to smell the roses

I was filling up my gas tank on my way home from work and looked over my shoulder as I was pumping the gas. I saw this terrific rose bush behind me and was compelled to see if these roses smelled, or if they were those roses that don't have any scent (which I think is just a crime).

So, I ran over to smell the roses, literally. Ahhh! These ones DID have a rose-y scent and I just delighted in it :)

Stopping to notice and smell the roses = wholeness and a very necessary part of the journey.